Deaf

My dog is deaf. I am pretty sure of this, though she compensates well. When the dog who once was a starving mess of skin and bones doesn't even shift her ears when I say, "Want a biscuit?", I can safely conclude, she is deaf. There is nothing anyone can do about it, and she doesn't seem to care, but it makes me sad, nonetheless. She will never hear me say, "Good dog," again. It makes me wish I had said it more when I knew she could hear it.

I show her she is a good dog. I sit beside her and stroke her soft fur. She startles because she doesn't hear me coming, but then seems glad that I am beside her. It reminds me how important it is to say the things we want our loved ones to hear while they can still hear us. Before time, or age, or distance, or deafness separates us... we all should say, "Good Dog. You are a good dog."

Psalm 38:13-15,21-22 (NIV)
I am like the deaf, who cannot hear, like the mute, who cannot speak; [14] I have become like one who does not hear, whose mouth can offer no reply. [15] Lord, I wait for you; you will answer, Lord my God. [21] Lord, do not forsake me; do not be far from me, my God. [22] Come quickly to help me, my Lord and my Savior.


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